Damian moved without a sound. His strides weren’t rushed, yet they swallowed the distance with ease. The wet asphalt at the edge of the parking lot mirrored his silhouette, shifting like a shadow that demanded space.
He didn’t say a word.
No nod. No greeting. Just a presence heavy enough to silence the air itself.
Nayla held her breath, but he wasn’t walking toward her. Damian didn’t even glance in her direction. His gaze was fixed, straight, unwavering, on one figure. Lucien Vale.
“Vale, right?” His voice was calm, almost like he was greeting an old friend.
Lucien looked slightly surprised before nodding. “Yeah. Damian Bellucci?”
Damian extended a hand, his smile polite with a cutting edge. “Pleasure to finally meet in person.”
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